Bear Nude Men Novels & Stories

someone calls out, and at the same moment, a naked man walks by. “Where are we at?” Marcus asks the guy who was just talking. I lean closer to Esme. “I think this is really happening.” “Oh yeah,” she answers. “Who are they?” the naked guy asks, looking at us. “Friends of mine… good people,” Marcus says with a reassuring smile. The naked guy actually gives us a once-over, then he smiles. “Okay… welcome.” He throws out his arms and walks away. “I just want to tell stories about real people… you know what I mean? P**n is just real in a way that Hollywood can never be,” Esme explains.

I take a small step back, a small yelp coming from me when I take a step inside, Abed’s hand holds the small of my back. “Welcome to Manumit.” he whispers, I blink furiously, trying to understand what I was seeing, a lot of naked people filled the space, men and women of different body types, and different ages just mingled around, whilst naked. Some were fully, birthday suit naked, and the rest were dressed scantily.

A bone-deep certainty, thrumming with every beat of my racing heart. Suddenly, out of the bushes, handsome men and beautiful women emerged, species reserved for the front pages of p**n magazines, and they were naked. What is this? They began to crowd around me, arms reaching, mouths open wide as they bent toward me, showing their wares. Their skin glistened unnaturally under the faint moonlight, sculpted bodies too perfect, too symmetrical. They smiled and beckoned, eyes wide, blood running down the sides of their necks—tempting—tempting.

"I'm going to need some recuperation time. Tell me how you met." "Sam purchased a suits optional cruise at the Go Nude for the Homeless Auction held here in LA on National Nude Day; the one I was nude at, modeling Brianna's jewelry. You saw the pictures. The boat is owned by an acquaintance of ours, a movie producer, who rents it out when he isn't wining and dining movie stars on it." "God, yes; the pictures. Unlikely to ever forget them."

As Beau walks by me, he flicks at the tag. “Odd the way they design shirts nowadays,” he teases. “It almost looks inside out.” My face burns with embarrassment. I can’t correct my shirt without taking it off, and they both know it. Two sets of eyes are on me, as if waiting to see what I’ll do. Fuck it, I think, and tug off my shirt. Both of these men have seen me naked before. What reason do I have to be such a prude anymore?

I quickly picked it up and started flipping between the pages. But to my greatest surprise, the pictures aren’t showing normal nudes like the ones we normally see when some traders borrow us their phones. These images are showing pictures of naked women being tortured by naked men; more like rape or something. I was still staring at the images with shock all over my body when Michael came into the room.

“Gonna be a scorcher. Shirt off, city boy. We’ve got work.” So that’s how I spend the day shirtless next to my shirtless uncle, muscles I didn’t even know I had screaming as we toss hay bales, hammer fence posts, and sweat like animals. Every accidental brush of his rough hand across my lower back, every time his forearm grazes mine, sends sparks straight to my dick. I spend half the day half-hard, praying the loose cargo shorts hide it. By noon we’re both drenched. Levi grabs the hose, grins like a devil, and sprays me full in the chest.

As if in response, the wolf let out a loud, almost sounding warning howl, reverberating through the surrounding woods. I panicked. "Shit, shit, shit," Khatya muttered. "They're here." Soon, five men came into view, they were all naked, looking like they had just shifted back into their human forms. The sight of the five naked men, standing before us in their human forms, left me momentarily stunned. I felt embarrassed. I wanted to cover my eyes. It was a rare sight. I was not used to it. On the other hand, Riabhel and Khatya looked worried.

“Her nipples are rock hard.” “Undo the blouse,” the third said. “Let’s see them.” “I’ll rip it,” the fourth said. “Go ahead.” She gasped as the buttons flew, silk tearing open. Her bare breasts spilled out, nipples already pink, swollen, aching. “Goddamn,” the third man breathed. “Look at those tits.” The fourth groaned, “Perfect mouthfuls.” And then they both sucked. One on each breast. Lips, teeth, tongue—wet, messy, overwhelming.

Recently, an extremely disturbing video started making the rounds privately on people's phones. The footage was absolutely disgusting - seven men and one woman with completely ruined faces having sex on a bed. Their skin was covered in scars and welts. Some were missing chunks of flesh. Others had faces so swollen they barely looked human. What shocked people most was that there was also one normal-looking, clean-cut guy tangled up with them on the bed. The normal guy was Tyler. He was naked and sweating, his body pressed against the disfigured forms around him. His face showed a mix of disgust and desperation.